July 29, 2003

Itâ€™s a bitch when youâ€™ve written something, and you take a look at the several hundred words on the screen that are supposed to be the finished product, and thereâ€™s no denying it. It stinks. I just created such a beast. I tinkered with it for a few minutes and finally came to the conclusion that it was just plain lousy. It seemed like a good idea a few hours ago as it began to take shape in my head. Maybe it was even a great idea, but ideas arenâ€™t worth spit if you cannot bring them to life with words.

I closed the document, and the pop-up message taunted me: â€œDo you want to save the changes you made to Document 1?â€ No thanks. A blank screen is far more interesting.

Maybe my literary beer fart was the result of having seen a good bit of a perfectly idiotic television show called â€œDog Eat Dog.â€ Now there’s a real stinker. Buff contestants, stupid stunts and a hostess with a body to kill for and the brains of a piss clam.

Iâ€™m sure of it. That damned fool television show turned my brains to shit.